yes shes a ray of sunshine

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I’m a wee bit embarrassed,as the leader guy said “no selfies”, which doesn’t mean “no subtle pics ” to me, but he clarified that to no pics for the second half, so I’ve just got these.

Una was lovely, just a ray of sunshine, and said that Rupert was the naughtiest on set, and would nudge her (she mimed falling over) and tell rude jokes.

Jonathan I asked if he thought Anderson had a mental breakdown over Sherlock’s death/return, and he said yes absolutely, and then implied -implied only- maybe some repressed uh…feelings for Sherlock. Said “strong feelings, right from the start, not just the competitive aspect, but VERY STRONG FEELINGS” and “well we don’t know what was going on there….” He also said that he imagined Anderson now as trying to get his job back, with not much luck.

Wanda Ventam was lively and sharp as a tack, said that Ben was moving in October and described their babies (laughingly said the 4 month old boy has “alien eyes” like Ben). Briefly described Ben’s daily workouts of an hour, and what Dr. Srange producers required. Her hubby was sweet but very quiet, and said that Steven had the idea for them to be in Sherlock but ran it by Ben first.

Mark said that he always assumed they’d do more seasons, and anything else was “click bait” that he never said. I asked him - nicely!- if he thought using things like the Garridebs as throw-away references in the last episode took them if the table for future use, and he said no, and that “the big emotional moment, it’s there” or something like that (he rambles a bit), so I’m not sure if he meant the hug, or something in the future.

Major Sholto was funny and loved being there, saying repeatedly that they were a big family, as it’s the same crew,writers etc on many shows, and so he was invited in to be family, and now the convention was like a reunion 11 thousand miles from home.

Sue was smart and warm, and described trying to get another season going as “well I leave it a while, then I start calling them and saying sooo when are you free?” Also said stuff she’s said before, I’ll skip it.

Mark also said about the skull pic that the original artist was charging them a fortune so they just had Arwel make them one. Arwel pointed out that their budget was actually quite limited, and that 4.3 the “Bond lair” was his vision, and had to be done inexpensively. Sue also made some brief mention of having a small budget, so this is obv. a big thing.

Andrew Scott seemed a bit shy, like he was pushing himself past it, or maybe rather private? Great Irish(?) accent. I asked if he was thrilled to be asked back for 4.3 and he replied oh god yeah, especially with that entrance. Interestingly, he said the pool scene was never meant to be shot, it was written off-the-cuff as audition stuff, but then they liked it so much they wrote it in. Moriarity’s original line was “ that’s what people do, they grow old an die and blah blah etc” but he (Andrew) shortened it with that amazing delivery and that’s how it stayed.

Ok, must sleep now but if I remember more tomorrow I’ll post it!

The Types as People I know

ISFJ: Sweet up front but man they can be so sensitive holy moly.

INFJ: Super passive about your choices unless they really care about you. Then doggedly soliloquizes whenever they have wisdom you need to hear.

INFP: Super passive aggressive but also super sweet and is like a dog with a bone if they want to figure something out.

ISFP: Smart and sweet and loves to help.

ENFJ: A ray of sunshine with weird hobbies and will randomly tell you her thoughts when she passes in the hallway.

ESFJ: Patriarch of the family, his his stuff together but doesn’t have a lot of substance.

ENFP: Charms everyone - hates everyone. Says yes to everything - wants to say no to everything. Lies a lot, kinda dead inside. Nobody knows it but INTJ.

ESFP: SO FUN OMG LET’S GO I’M IN FOR EVERY PARTY YAY! *Later complains that they’re carsick so they have to sit in the front, or they’re tired so they’re going to leave early, or complains to the waiter about their pasta having gluten like wtf*

ESTJ: “I’m going to have to let you go.”
Person: “What? But I have three kids and my husband doesn’t work-”
ESTJ: “I know Jesse. It pains me to do it but you really need to think about them more when you come in 3 minutes late to work every week. It sets a precedent.”

ENTJ: Plans the entire business trip for 7 coworkers, down to their hotel rooms, who is having dinner with which vendor, what time they should leave their rooms to go to dinner, what type of transportation they should use, how long that transportation should take, etc. Schedules a 1 hour meeting to go over all of it a few days before and quizzes everyone after.

ENTP: *Falls in love* “Oh my god, Jessica’s the one, she’s going to save me from myself wow this is amazing.”
*Two weeks later*
“Yeah I met this girl Emily and she’s soon hot dude and we kissed last night”
Person: “What about Jessica?”
ENTP: “Oh, yeah, we’re still dating. I don’t know dude I’m kinda over her.”

ESTP: *Walks in late, smiles at team* “Hey guys! *sits down like they’re not 40 minutes late* I mean the ease with which they comport themselves holy hell
Also:
Starts first day at new school. Walks up to the lunch table with the coolest looking kids and sits down. “Hey losers. I bet you can’t beat me at xyz”
Also:
LOVES FOOD SOOOOO MUCH

ISTP: Says nothing most of the time. Has crazy hobbies.

INTP: Doesn’t. Stop. Talking. Ok but seriously they’re so smart that it backfires. They talk themselves into these spirally holes and end up in lala land believing things that are completely untrue and knowing they’re right (they’re not)

ISTJ: So much eye rolling. Has no time for INTP’s ramblings and imaginary ideas. Offends INTP EVERY DAY. Loves you really hard but without ever saying it, kinda emotionally stunted

INTJ: Frustrated every time they have to start spending time with someone new because that person will have to spend a lot of time asking “Wait are you serious?” or “What do you mean?” or “Was that sarcastic?” or “Oh sorry did I offend you?” or “OMG why are you being rude?” and INTJ will have to explain that their casual sarcasm needs acclimating and no there’s usually no ill-intent and no they’re not offended and no they don’t mean to be rude omg this is tiring.

Homecoming: Part 1

Rating: E

Summary: Cassian really misses his feisty mate.

(Post-bonding. Post-ACOWAR.)

A/N: Because y’all know this precious overgrown bat baby would straight up sulk (like whine-at-the-door-and-paw-at-it sulk) if Nesta was gone for too long.

Go to: Part 2 , Part 3 

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He missed her.

That was all. He missed her.

“So write her a godsdamn letter,” said Azriel, dancing along the edge of the sparring ring. He’d been on the receiving end of Cassian’s fists all morning and had yet to be reprieved. “It’s only been a week, Cas. We’re all getting tired of your moping.”

“Who says I’m moping?”  

“Everyone,” his brothers said in unison.

Cassian turned to scowl at Rhys, who had been sharpening his sword on a nearby bench. “Yes, everyone,” he added smugly. “Feyre, Amren, Elain…”

“Elain?”

Azriel smirked. “The actual word she used was ‘cranky.’”  

“I am not cranky.”  

“An understatement if there ever was one,” Rhys drawled. “I think what sweet Elain actually meant was: insufferable ass.”

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Fanfiction things

oAll right I have a multi-chapter fic that I’m currently in the process of updating. However; I have another idea for a one-shot fic series and I would like to know if people would be interested in reading it.

When fighting #VillainOfTheWeek Kara somehow gets stuck as a 4 year old. 

I have a few ideas already:


  • Tiny Kara causing mischief at the DEO Base - messing with Winn’s computer, flying around the rooms.
  • Tiny Kara still having superpowers^ but is nowhere near as strong anymore so she actually can get hurt, cue protective Alex
  • Kara being scared of thunderstorms and loud noises
  • Kara being left with Winn because now J’onn has to cover for the city loss of Supergirl. Kara pouting and getting scared whenever Alex or James are out in the field
  • Kara riding shotgun in Maggie’s cop car and playing with the sirens.
  • One person cannot look after this tiny child alone so Kara stays with different people depending on who has the free time.

(In this universe Lena knows and helps at the DEO when needed)

  • Whenever Lena shows up tiny Kara blushes and gets really nervous.
  • Tiny child Kara who has no filter tells Lena that she thinks she’s beautiful. Kara drawing pictures of the two of them together and Lena is the only one who can calm angry child Kara down when she’s upset.
  • Alex giving Kara juice cartons and everyone doting on this sweet innocent child.
  • Reluctant Space Dad sitting with Kara as she colours or when he has to give her piggyback rides with the most deadpan face.

These are just a few of my ideas but any more are welcome. Let me know if this is something people would be interested in reading and any suggestions are gladly appreciated! Will add any suggestions I like in bold!

  • Kara wants to play hide seek with J'onn. To her everything is a game, she starts to run around the DEO always doing something and J'onn is going after her. 
  • Kara has a stuffed animal dog that she NEEDS in order to nap. She names it Krypto -  @bobbywatson <3
  • Kara wants to be just like her big sister. And as children do she copies Alex’s behaviour. (her big sister wears a cool uniform at work and tells people what to do and so does Space dad.)  Cue Winn and his sewing skills. 
  • ^ Next time Alex gets back from a mission she finds little Kara in a tiny DEO uniform complete with badge, standing on a chair(that on closer inspection has a tiny NCPD jacket that looks just like Maggie’s hanging off it) beside J'onn with her hands on her hips waiting to debrief the team.  
  • Obviously they can’t give her any weapons so she has a water gun in her tiny holster, and different little snacks in all the other compartments on the belt. They did give her real handcuffs, which they felt only a bit bad about when she cuffed mon-el to a chair and flew away. (anon I love you for this little addition<3)
  • Cat and Lucy end up having to babysit at one point. 
  • ^ Cat pretends to not know about Kara being Supergirl in order to take care of her, and to everyone’s “surprise” she is a total softie and great with Kara. 
  • Lucy watches Kara at one point, and she lets Kara wear her cool hat and Kara starts saluting everyone and every thing they come across (yes that includes saluting her stuffed dog pup Krypto)
  • Cat finally giving Kara one of her cupcakes because damn it if even she can’t resist a 4 year old Ray Of Sunshine pouting and pleading with her
  • 4 year old Kara reverts back to speaking Kryptonian especially when she’s angry or upset. J’onn who can speak some Kryptonian does not approve when this tiny girl grumbles a “bad word trying to punch another of his brand new monitors.
  • ^ which then gives me Tiny Kara punching punchbags with James.
  • Lena is a smart woman and because of Lex and learning that Kara is from Krypton Lena learns to speak Kryptonian. She speaks it almost fluently. Kara and Lena often have conversations in Kryptonian. - @whiterose-blackrose <3<3
  • Kara is restless and almost always has bundles of energy so getting her to sleep is quite a task. Lena is called whenever Kara is being particularly difficult because for some reason she is the sleep whisperer. (Alex knows it’s because Kara likes to snuggle up to Lena, falling asleep cradled in Lena’s arms -one hand wrapped around her Krypto whilst the other clings to Lena’s clothing)
  • Alex often finds Kara sitting atop of Maggie’s shoulders, Maggie is great with Kara even if she does sneakily give Kara two more scoops of ice-cream when she’s only allowed one.
  • M’gann WHO DID NOT LEAVE gives Tiny Kara stickers, a shit ton of stickers. Kara has a book full of space stickers. When she thinks someone did a really good job she gives them a sticker and everyone tries to act like it’s no big deal but even the toughest DEO agents blush and melt when she beams and presents them with one. You know every agent is working their butt off to earn stickers from their adorable Baby-Agent Kara. J’onn doesn’t even complain, productivity is way up! -anon you are wonderful! <3<3<3
  • ^ (my addition to this) Kara gives her favourite people more than one sticker and proceeds to pepper them with multiple stickers. Winn sniggers as Alex’s DEO badge has at least 10 and Lena’s dress is just covered in brightly coloured star stickers. 
  • Kara gets Alex and Maggie to take her to the park, holding both of their hands as they swing her and then they help her pick out some of the nicest flowers she can find. Lena is in her office when Kara arrives nervously clutching Alex’s hand, the other clutching a large bouquet of flowers. She hands them to Lena with a shy smile and a whispered “Flowers are pretty but not as pretty as you”. Lena answers with a kiss to Kara’s cheek. - @yellowanchor17 <3 (I added a bit to it)
  • Kara’s senses are heightened and she gets attached to being able to comforting scents. Kara likes to give Lucy lots of hugs because “she smells nice” -Lena will deny it but she’s a little bit jealous. That is until she finds out that Kara thinks Lena’s hugs “remind her of home”.  - @sarcasm-with-sarah <3 (I added a little bit but this is perfect!)
  • Kara can be quite protective so when people *coughs* Mon-El *coughs* get a little too close to her favourite people (Alex, Lena, Maggie, Lucy etc) she tends to throw things, things that tiny 4 year old children should not throw. After almost having his hand frozen he soon learns to keep his flirting to a minimum…unless it is involves a certain tech puppy. - @sarcasm-with-sarah (THIS! I love it)
  • ^ This links in to my own idea: Mon-El is actually great with kids, he plays games with Kara and tells her stories about space. He tells her about Royalty on Daxam and what was expected of them. Kara realises he has feelings for Winn and it becomes her match-making mission to pair the two.
Fatherhood

Originally posted by marksheppardischarming

Summary: Dad!Crowley & Daughter!Reader - Crowley comes home to find his daughter playing hide and seek.

Word Count: 1877

Triggers: None, just father/daughter fluff

Y/N = Your name ¦ Y/E/C = Your eye colour ¦ Y/H/C = Your hair colour

Note: So, as promised, a little fluff after yesterday’s angst in Phone Call. This was fun to write so might do more little one shots featuring this duo!

Crowley had been called a lot of things through his well over 300 years alive, or well… Somewhat alive. Demon, sure constantly. Bastard, pretty much his middle name. Vindictive, who wasn’t? Son of a bitch, well, they’d clearly met his mother. King of Hell, soulless, heartless, crazy… Hell the list went on and on… But father, that was not a title he’d ever thought he’d hold again.

Fatherhood never suited Crowley. Therapists would likely say it was his own issues with his wench of a mother, or possibly his lack of a father figure or some similar obnoxious bullshit. He himself however just believed there wasn’t room for children in his existence, more now than back then. Emotions were chains and children were an extra weight on those chains made to slow you down on your rise to greatness. And he wanted to be great. Roman emperor level great, except of course without the backstabbing, iron poisoning and inevitable loss of power.

Plus, as all the stupid souvenir t-shirts said… He’d been there, done that, and completely screwed up his first child. His philosophy was simple, really. Child-rearing wasn’t one of those get back up on that horse kind of moments. If you failed the first time around you shouldn’t try again.

So, when Juliet, his favourite trusted hellhound, brought a crying infant back with her after reaping the ripe soul of a dealtaker, Crowley was clearly… Well, in a bind was putting it mildly. The hellhound was somewhat smitten with the baby girl. Taking a protective stance in front of the child if anyone but Crowley tried to come near and curling up around her to calm her hiccuping sobs.

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50 Things I’m Convinced Tay & Joe Do - Baby Edition 

1. Taylor smirking at Joe who claims that the air in the doctor’s room is dry which is the reason why his eyes are watering right after they found out that they’re having a girl.
2. Joe’s protective hand constantly reaching for her belly at night whenever she’s changing her sleeping position.
3. Joe opening his Christmas gift from her that was casually placed under the Christmas tree and him becoming incredibly emotional in front of both of their families because inside the little box, there is a positive pregnancy test.
4. Taylor and Joe only telling their families and closest friends about her pregnancy at first because Taylor’s too scared to miscarry.
5. Joe replacing all Nespresso capsules in their houses with decaf capsules because he knows how hard it is for her to waive proper coffee.
6. Taylor developing a weird disgust towards roasted meat yet always attends dinner at Joe’s family and eats the Sunday roast even if most of it lands in the toilet just minutes after they get home.
7. Joe always telling Tay that his mum won’t be mad if she’d tell her about her meat related nausea but Taylor still swallows the food anyway.
8. Joe being overprotective, especially on these days when she’s not feeling well and he’s gone for work. So as soon as she doesn’t pick up her phone for a couple of minutes, he’d immediately call Andrea who then has to calm him down with a soft laugh and a gentle “both of your girls are alright, honey. She’s watching TV with me and her phone’s in the kitchen, so don’t worry.” while Taylor would roll her eyes at his protective behavior but deep down knows how incredibly thankful she is for it.
9. Scott always teasing Joe with referring to him as “Daddy over there wants some more potatoes, Andrea” or greeting Joe with “Hi Daddy, how’s it going?” whenever they see each other.
10. Taylor trying to convince him that their daughter needs to have an old classic and British name such as “Hazel” or “Eleanor” and Joe reminding her that she’s giving birth to a baby, not an old lady.
11. Taylor feeling incredibly maternal at the end of the second trimester and most of the time falling asleep with a pull string musical crib toy on her belly that plays one of her songs (a gift from her fans, of course).
12. Joe spending at least half an hour cuddled up to her belly and talking to the baby after not having seen Taylor for a couple of days, always kissing the round belly and telling her how sad he is sometimes because Taylor gets to carry the baby around and feel her all day, but he can’t.
13. Taylor and Joe constantly fighting about her wanting to wear heels tonight, and him getting angry because she could trip and fall.
14. Taylor being mad at him for an entire day because she thinks that he thinks that she’s too stupid to walk on high heels for the length of one evening.
15. Joe figuring out that the only way to deal with her current hormones is to always give in and let her know how sorry he is and how right she was.
16. Joe constantly finding her asleep at the weirdest places in the house. Once on a stool with head on the kitchen isle, once on the floor in her walk- in closet.
17. Taylor feeling like a teenager again because she finds herself crying so often whenever he’s gone filming for a couple of days and she misses him badly.
18. Taylor being mocked by everyone in her family because she developed the habit to “free the bump” whenever she’s sitting on the patio and a ray of sunshine is crossing the sky. “The baby needs Vitamine D, guys. Shut up.” she’d say, enjoying the warmth on her belly.
19. Joe volunteering in applying cream on her belly to prevent stretch marks every night.
20. Taylor having an increased need for sex in the first months and Joe teasing her with it as much as he can, smirking and mumbling a casual “got it out of your system, love? If yes could you please move a bit so I can watch the rest of this movie? Thank you.” after she just came down from the fifth orgasm that day, sitting on his lap and distracting him from watching a movie on the couch in the living room.
21. “So rude.” she’d mumble and receive a mischievous laugh from him before cuddling up in his arms again.
22. Joe’s standard joke being “I mean, I was in the room when the baby was conceived to I might as well be in the room when the baby’s delivered” whenever he’s asked wether he’ll be in the delivery room or not and Taylor rolling her eyes every single time, “He thinks he’s so funny, it’s incredible.”
23. Joe having the shock of his life when Taylor fainted a couple of times during the first weeks of pregnancy because of low blood pressure, which is absolutely normal yet scared the shit out of him.
24. Joe literally calling her every two hours to remind her to drink water and eat something when she’s at a meeting because he knows that she forgets.
25. Joe literally going nuts after some online magazine releases an article calling Taylor “huge and lazy” because she apparently doesn’t work out enough during pregnancy which results in him wanting to sue the media outlet but Taylor calming him down because she doesn’t give a fuck about this kind of stuff anymore.
26. Taylor feeling her baby kick for the first time when they’re at dinner with her parents and Joe really trying not to be too emotional and become a cry- baby but keeping his hand on her belly for what feels like the entire evening.
27. Taylor craving nachos with whip cream on top.
28. Taylor sitting on the examination couch while waiting for her doctor, trying her best to bat Joe’s hands away from the model of a fetus in a womb: “Stop touching it. You’ll break it!” When the small plastic baby pops out of the fake uterus and onto the floor, Joe’s eyes grow wide and she just rolls her eyes while watching him hysterically trying to put the model back together again before the doctor enters the room.
29. Joe thanking her for carrying his baby and giving him his own little family whenever they both lay awake at night, but the pleasure is all hers.
30. Taylor hiding her big bump and boobs under oversized sweaters because she’s insecure about her physical changes.
31. Joe being well aware of her insecurities which makes him comment things like “you’re so stunning, baby. Is that shirt new?” or “you look gorgeous this morning, how’d you sleep?”.
32. Joe noticing how motherly Taylor has become because of all the hormones in her body. So every time Patrick is joining them on a winter walk she’d remind the boy to fix his scarf because „it’s colder than you think“ and every time Patrick has a cold she’d cook him a chicken soup, even If he didn’t ask for it which is why Joe and him can’t help but tease her constantly by calling her ‚mummy‘.
33. Taylor being embarrassed as hell for an entire week because her morning sickness was really bad while she and Joe were stuck in traffic and she had to throw up in a plastic bag after mumbling “I don’t want it to happen, I don’t want it to happen” while sitting next to him which resulted in her having vomit in her hair while crying and him calming her with a hand on her leg: “s’ fine, baby. C'mon. Just glad you feel better now.”
34. Joe’s mum bursting out to tears as she opens her birthday present and finds an ultrasound scan, which automatically makes Tay emotional as well while hugging his mum for more than five minutes straight.
35. Taylor often having trouble sleeping because she either struggles with immense nausea or her baby being super active.
36. Joe not hesitating to rub her naked tummy for almost an hour when she’s feeling super sick and can’t fall asleep while whispering in her ear how much he loves her and how happy he is with her in his life.
37. Joe waking up one night with tears in his eyes because in his dreams he was holding his baby in his arms and he could see what she looks like and smell her and hear her laugh and everything felt so real, which was the most amazing feeling he has ever felt.
38. Joe noticing how Taylor craves his closeness even more since she’s pregnant which is why he pulls her into a long hug as often as he can or kisses her forehead more often.
39. Taylor showing literally everyone she knows her new “trick” that is placing objects on her huge belly like a tray.
40. Joe counting all ten toes and all ten fingers on the baby, first thing: “just want to make sure you’ll be able to write some songs. Or make action movies..“ he’d mumble towards the baby, making Taylor laugh from afar.
41. Baby Alwyn- Swift having all of Taylor’s features, blonde curls included, but Joe’s lips and his rather introvert personality.
42. Joe holding the baby in front of Taylor’s tummy and mumbling a sleepy “we’ll have to put you back in there again if you don’t sleep, love. m’ warning you. The nights were a lot quieter with you in there.” which makes Taylor laugh and the baby stare at him confused before receiving a laugh and a small kiss from her dad.
43. Taylor announcing the birth of her baby on Instagram with posting a black and white photo of Joe kissing tiny baby feet and the caption “Never felt so blessed in my life. Thanks for all the congratulations and kind messages.”
44. Joe pretending to eat the baby’s foot or hand which always makes the little one laugh and Taylor as well.
45. Taylor posting a boomerang on Instagram for fathers day that shows Joe blowing raspberries on the baby’s stomach with a smile on his face and captioning it with “you have changed my heart forever. Happy Father’s Day.”
46. Joe already spoiling his little girl when she’s just a little toddler and Taylor really not liking it: “He can’t say no. Never. Now she’s just a baby but if he keeps that up our child will be a spoilt rat in a few years” she’d complain to her mom.
47. Joe surprising Taylor with a vacation to the Bahamas because the baby hasn’t been sleeping at all in weeks and they both wander around like ghosts all day long which is why they both urgently need some relaxation away from London and Nashville.
48. Joe realizing that his baby daughter has a miniature version of his lips which is why he always holds her tiny face right next to his for comparison when they’re with friends and family.
49. Joe giving the newborn on his arm a tour around their house when both of their parents came over for a first visit at home. He’d stop with her on his arms in the bedroom and mumble “..and this is where you were made, my love” which results in her family’s laughter and an embarrassed Taylor yelling “oh my god, Joseph. You are unbelievable.”
50. Joe teaching his little girl how to give kisses and always claps his hands to cheer on her whenever her lips made the right move to meet his. After some time, the baby girl loves to give her daddy wet kisses and afterwards automatically claps her little hands as well which makes Joe and Taylor burst out in laughter every time.

eleanor7lupus  asked:

Hello! I love your blog! I'm creating Instagram accounts for all the crows and I'm wondering what your fancast is.

Ohhh yes!!!!! ThANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS QUESTION!

Kaz: Eddie Redmayne

I know he’s not the traditional dark-haired, dark-eyed brooding Kaz, but he’s an incredible actor and he also looks like has the ability to be ruthless even though he is smol

Inej: Rasika Navare

Ever since @inejjghafas post, I’ve decided that she is the perfect Inej hands down.

Jesper: Brandon T. Jackson

He has the looks, and the humor!

Wylan:Max Barczak

Look at this smol ray of sunshine how is he not Wylan

Nina: Barbie Ferreira

A crazy beautiful plus-sized model with just as much attitude as Nina! I am straight but this woman makes me so gay you have no idea I would do anything she says.

Matthias: Christopher Mason

Our huge, muscular wolf-loving cinnamon roll in the flesh!

Kuwei: Ki Hong Lee

He did/ is doing an amazing job in The Maze Runner and I have no doubt he’ll do a great job in soc!

Don’t Let Me Go Pt.2

Warnings; sad spencer, violence, mentions of blood and wounds, cursing, angst and sad fluff at the end

A/N

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I had a messy day and I start school tomorrow again so I decided to get this out quick before I had to go back. Anyways, here is the much requested part two ! I hope you all enjoy it and it lives up to expectations :’) much love <33333 (sorry for any mistakes !!)

Tagged peep; @skeletoresinthebasement

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Spencer walked into the sheriff’s department with JJ following closely behind. It was chaotic as everyone rushed around and phones rang within seconds of each other.

“What did we miss?” JJ asks as a frowning Hotch comes towards them. “Was there another murder?”

“Not yet,” Hotch sighs. “The unsub totaled Morgan and Y/N’s squad car. He took her.”

For the first time that day, the mention of Y/N’s name sparked full attention in Spencer. JJ looks over at him as tears begin to pool in his eyes.

“H-Have you guys found them?” Spencer asks worriedly.

“We’re working on it,” Hotch says sympathetically. “Fortunately, Y/N has her phone on her and we’re hoping Garcia can trace it.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Spencer begins wracking his brain with solutions and thoughts on how he could save the love of his life, but he kept coming up empty.

“I’m sorry, Reid,” Hotch shakes his head, “but there is nothing we can do right now except to wait on Garcia.”

JJ frowned as she put a hand on his shoulder in a small attempt to get him to calm down.

“She’s going to be okay, you know that right?” JJ says and Spencer shakes his head.

“I-I don’t know,” Spencer sputters out. “Before you called, we had gotten into an argument and I kind of left things unresolved. I know how she is and I know she gets really drained when I ignore her the way I do, and I don’t know why I do that to her when I know it hurts her. What if when she wakes up, she won’t have the energy to defend herself because of me.”

“Spencer, look at me,” JJ puts her hands on Spencer’s shaking arms and makes him face her way. “Y/N is a trained agent and an exceptional profiler, she knows what to do and how to survive. If anything were to slow her down, my guess is that it would be to any injuries she got in the crash.”

Spencer tries to blink away the tears, but they keep coming right back up.

“Excuse me,” he mutters as he tears himself away from JJ’s grip and hurries outside of the building.

His mind was racing with the endless possibilities of how you could be hurt or how long you have to live. On top of being kidnapped by a sadistic serial killer, you also had unattended injuries that were bleeding out and being exposed to bacterias.

As Spencer stood outside, kicking rocks on the ground, tears falling down his face, and a heavy weight on his chest, he noticed a police car pull up to the sheriff’s department. Morgan quickly jumped out of the passenger side of the car, his left arm in a sling and a bandage on his cheek bone that was adorned with smaller cuts around it.

Derek looked around the parking lot and frowned deeply when his eyes landed on the broken genius by the curb.

“Reid!” Morgan calls and scuffles towards him.

“How did it happen?” Spencer gulps as he looks at Morgan with a small disappointment, somewhat blaming this whole thing on him. Morgan sighs and gives him an ‘are you sure?’ look and Spencer nods.

“We were on our way to the coroner’s and at a stoplight, Y/N noticed a car that fit the one we had for the unsub. At first, I thought she was crazy because it was gone before I noticed it, but then it hit us.”

“Where did it hit?”

“Once in the back, twice on her side,” Morgan looks down in sadness. “I tried getting us out of there. When I woke up, I saw them. She put up a hell of a fight with all those wounds-”

“Shut up!” Spencer snaps as he presses his hands to his ears. Dismay fell over him at the details of Derek’s explanation.

“Kid, I promise you we will get this son of a bitch,” Morgan assures him. “I got his plate numbers and we’ll be at his house soon.”

As if it were on cue, Emily stepped out of the building with JJ, Rossi, and Hotch following behind.

“Guys, we’ve got an address,” Emily announces to the two men. “If we wanna save Y/N, we have to go now.”

**

Your eyes began to adjust in the dimly lit room,  and then your body followed. You tried to get up or move only to realize that you were strapped to a chair. The second you moved a limb, a sharp pain struck you in the stomach and thigh causing you to let out a scream.

Panic begin to set in as you remembered the events that led you here. Flashes of glass shattering, the world spinning, and a pair of black boots clouded your thoughts.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Speaking of the devil.

A dirty looking, drug abusing man came out from the shadows. The closer he stepped towards you, the more you could smell the must and alcohol radiating off of him.

“Please don’t hurt me,” You yelp. “I guarantee you that when you’re caught, and you will be, you will not get special treatment. Especially when you’re charged with the murder of an agent.”

“I’m not going to get caught, darling,” he snickers as he reaches forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You moved your head away the second his skin came in contact with yours. Angry with your reaction, he wraps a hand behind your neck and pushes your head towards him. “I’ve been killing women like you for years. Dozens. Even if they were to catch me, they have no evidence. I’ve made sure of that. So what makes you think they’ll catch me? You’ll be dead before you could speak.”

“Because you were messy with my capture,” you chuckle slightly. “You rammed into a government vehicle, leaving the imprint of your truck all over it. My partner woke up before you took me meaning he probably wrote down your license plate. And honestly, if you were as smart as you made yourself out to be - you would have patted me down to remove any technology on me. I’m surprised you didn’t notice, but I’ve had my unit chief on the phone and I’ve been stalking my so-called death by distracting you with a conversation.”

“You bitch,” he sneers.

“A man’s ego will often get the best of him,” you tease. The sound of sirens coming from every direction of the house caused your heart to flutter with hope. You knew they would save you.

The unsub let out a growl as he turned your chair around to undo the ropes around your arms and legs.

“Good thing I injured you pretty bad,” he comments. “Or else you’d be fighting back by now.”

He pulled you up from the chair and a pain filled yelp left your throat as your muscles contracted under your wounds.

“FBI!” Hotch broke through the door, letting a ray of sunshine into the room followed by someone equivalent to that. A very scared Spencer entered the room, his eyes scanning over the situation and you.

“Daniel, we know why you’re doing this,” Spencer began.

“You don’t know anything,” the unsub, Daniel, spits. You feel a cool metal being pressed against your temple and you momentarily feel your heart speed up.

“Yes, I do,” Spencer begins to panic. “Someone who looks a lot like Y/N, broke your heart. Kate was the love of your life, and she just cheated on you like you meant nothing.”

“Shut up,” Daniel yells. The gun began to dig deeper into your skin as Daniel got angrier.

“Spencer,” you cry out as Daniel tightens the headlock you’re in.

“Oh I see what’s going on here,” Daniel laughs sinisterly. “She’s your girl?”

Spencer said nothing as he watched you with a pained expression as you struggle in the man’s grip.

“Daniel, we have the house surrounded,” Hotch warns. “If you do anything to harm her, you will be shot down.”

“Does this count as harming her?” He questions as he turns his head towards you and begins kissing your cheek.

“Stop!” You yell as you elbow him in the stomach. For a split second, your out of Daniel’s grip - and a second is all it takes for everything to go downhill. You watch as a rage overtakes his features, you messed up. You triggered him by rejecting him and that’s all that took him to turn him into a loose cannon. The gun in his hand was pointed towards you and as you heard Spencer’s yells, the room filled with the sound of three triggers being pulled and bullets being released. One came in contact with your chest, and the other two struck Daniel in the torso.

Everything sounded muffled and nothing looked clear as you let your head hit the ground. The black spots in your vision began appearing, but before everything went completely dark, you watched a broken Spencer fall to the ground beside you and gather you up in his arms. You couldn’t feel it, but you felt the flutter in your heart every time he was near - and then there’s nothing.

**

Spencer sat in the cold and uncomfortable chair right beside your bed. His leg was jumping in all sorts of directions and his head was buried in his hands.

A punctured lung, a burst appendix, and a deep wound in your thigh.

Spencer had tried convincing himself for the past two weeks that he sat in this hospital that you were going to be okay, but his mind kept telling him that you wouldn’t.

People came and go. Your room was filled with balloons, stuffed animals, and cards written in love. Spencer had been there since you arrived. Sitting by your bedside, praying to anything that would keep you alive.

A very sad JJ walked into the room with Derek following behind.

“Spencer, you know she wouldn’t want you killing yourself over here,” JJ suggests sadly, “why don’t you go home and rest.”

“No, I’m not leaving,” Spencer quickly interjects.

“You’ve been here every day, kid,” Morgan frowns. “You haven’t eaten, hell I don’t think you’ve slept.”

The two agents worried for their friend’s health. His eyes were rimmed with red, decorated with the dark purple bags sitting under his eyes. His cheek bones were much more prominent and his cheeks were hollowed and spiked with scruff.

“I don’t want to leave her,” Spencer cries.

“I know,” JJ wipes away a tear of her own before walking over to the hunched over man and placing a hand on his cheek in a comforting way. “She’s been like this for too long, Spence. I  know this sounds horrible, but she’s suffering and maybe if we find the strength to let her go, then maybe she can finally be in peace.”

“No, no,” Spencer lets his head fall onto the bed, his hand reaching over to interlock with yours. “I can’t.”

“We’ll leave you to it,” Morgan adds quietly.

When JJ and Morgan are fully out of the room, Spencer takes the time to try and compose himself for you. He looks up at your face, covered in bruises and small cuts.

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he begins tearfully. “I’m sorry that you’re on life support. I’m sorry that I let the unsub get you. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you in time. I’m sorry that I’m so selfish that I can’t let you go. But most of all, I’m sorry that I didn’t fix us before you ended up like this.”

Spencer looked down at the white bed sheets where your hand and his lied, entwined with each other. He brings the pair to his forehead and closes his eyes.

“But I have to do right by you,” he sniffles. “If you want me to let you go, I will. But please, of you’re somewhere in there and you can somehow hear me, give me a sign. Give me a sign, and I promise I will never ignore you the way I did, ever again. I promise you will spend every day, loved. Please, Y/N, give me something. I love you.”

Little did he know, that his words of courage spoke to the empty void you found yourself in. And somehow, with any strength and brain activity in you, you managed to give his hand a light squeeze.

A sharp intake of breath leaves Spencer’s lips as he looks at your hand in his. A second squeeze came from you to reassure him that he didn’t imagine it.

“Nurse!” Spencer desperately calls out. As nurses begin to rush in, Spencer leans in to kiss your cheek. “I won’t let you go.”

The nurse calls in the doctor to point out the sudden miracle of you breathing on your own. Spencer felt a twinkle in his heart that he hadn’t felt in the past two weeks, a twinkle of hope.

He knew you would be okay.

Strong, Chapter 1: First Impressions

Welcome! :)

I’m so happy to be here, writing another multi chapter fic for you lovely people.

So, without further ado:

This is completely AU. No Jason murder, no events of S1. Jughead is a born and raised South-Sider, he knows no such thing as an Archie, Veronica or Betty. (Not for long!) He does know fellow South-Sider, Cheryl though ;)

God, I’m so excited to write these characters. I really wanted to write JB, and Gladys also. You may have some questions after the first chapter, but hold on, they shall be answered.

*DISCLAIMER* I know absolutely nothing of the American school system, so please just take it with a grain of salt as it is more than likely not accurate. I’m not American, hence ‘Mum’. Although I’ve read so many fics with 'Mom’ I almost slipped up a couple times! Ha.

Also edited myself so sorry for any mistakes!!

Also posting this from mobile so sorry for the no read more break, and anything else that could potentially go wrong with this shitty app.

Aaaaand I think that’s all! Enjoy, buggies. ❤️

Read on AO3!; http://archiveofourown.org/works/11748321/chapters/26476650

<b>Summary:<\b><i>Betty Cooper swore she only signed up to tutor a young girl from South Side High, and definitely not for what followed.

And Jughead Jones didn’t sign up for anything.

**

It was sunny out.

And Betty thought the temperature was high enough to warrant the black denim high waisted shorts she had changed into, paired with a simple white tank top she tucked in. As she turned herself in front of her bedroom mirror, she spared a thought to how her Mother would disapprove. <i>'Far too much skin, Elizabeth.’ </i>A smirk grew on her face. Well, she wasn’t home from work in time to scorn her choice of clothing today. And in a last minute act of rebellion Betty didn’t even grab a cardigan as she popped her feet into a pair of converse, tightened her ponytail, and left the house. 

Her phone started to buzz in her back pocket. She reached for it as she continued her journey to Pops. It was nearly August and the warmer weather was coming to an end. Which meant that Summer Break was also, and Betty had put her name forward for a “Big Sister” volunteer programme at a school on the other side of town, Southside High. She was hoping this is what the phone call was about. It was basically after school tutoring for any student who was put forward, Betty had done it last year with a different young girl and she was looking really looking forward to it again. Regardless of <i>'how good it looks on a college application’ </i>, in her Mothers words. 

Not that it mattered. Betty already had early acceptance to the Medill school of Journalism at Northwestern, starting in the Spring Semester. Chicago was far enough for Betty to gain some independence, but not far enough that she couldn’t visit often. 

“Hello, Elizabeth Cooper speaking.” She answered, always polite, always the full name if the number was unknown.

“Hi, Elizabeth? This is Gladys Jones. I’m ringing in regards to the Big Sister programme at South Side High. How are you?” The voice through the phone sounded maternal, and younger than Betty had expected. 

“This is she, but Betty is fine. I’m well, thank you Mrs Jones. I’m glad to be hearing from you.” And she was, it was genuine. Betty loved to offer a hand to any student who wanted to better themselves. 

“Well, Betty, I’m glad to be calling. I was shown a few profiles from some of the volunteers, and yours stood out to me the most. You seem to have a wide range of curricular, extra and otherwise.” Betty smiled on the other end of the phone, she did look awfully good on paper. “And I was hoping, if you haven’t already been snatched up of course, that you would buddy up with my daughter." 

"I would love too, Mrs Jones, thank you for considering me.” She smiled while checking the road to cross. 

“Of course.  Would you like to come over tomorrow and meet myself and JB? Say around 4pm? I will be home from work then" 

"Yes, definitely, I’ll see you both then. I look forward too it.” Betty replied. 

“As do I, Betty. I’ll send you through our address, and I’ll see you then. Thanks again." 

She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face after the phone call had ended, and it still resided there as she walked through the front door at Pops, the ding of the bell alerting her arrival to her best friends. 

"There she is, my own personal ray of sunshine. I took the liberty of ordering your usual for you.” Veronica nodded at the vanilla milkshake that was waiting for Betty as she slide into their usual booth opposite her and Archie. She smiled at Veronica in thanks. “And what, or who, has gotten into you to make you look so happy, huh?" 

"V, honestly.” She joked, rolling her eyes. “I actually just got off the phone with the Mother of a Southside High student about the Big Sister programme. She wants to meet me tomorrow.” She explained, taking a sip of her shake. 

“Oh that’s cool, Betty.” Archie chimed in, smiling across the booth at Betty. “I remember how much you enjoyed that last year." 

"Thanks, Arch.” She returned his smile and gave a thought back to other things he probably didn’t remember from last year. Or chose not too. Like her unrequited feelings of what she thought was love towards him, but turned out to just be a silly childish obsession gone on too long. As soon as she had seen Archie with Veronica, she was simply happy for the both of them. There was no jealousy, and Betty found relief in finally letting go of that Andrews fantasy. Besides, Veronica was such a permanent fixture in Bettys own day to day life now that she would not have it any other way. 

Even if that meant being the third wheel more often than not when there was no one else to act as a buffer. 

“Well, that’s less risque than I was hoping. But, you are the true star of Riverdale after all, Betty Cooper. What will this town do without you?” Veronica was only half joking. “What will I do without you!” She reached across the table to take Betty’s hand in her own and gave it a squeeze. 

“Chicago really isn’t that far from NY, V. We will see each other all the time, I promise.” Betty squeezed back in return. 

“Oh, I will make sure of it. Daddy’s jet will be getting so much use it won’t know what hit it.” Archie sniggered at how pretentious she had sounded, and Betty couldn’t help but join in. Veronica waved her hand in dismissal and rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. “Oh Archie, please, don’t act as though you haven’t been begging me to take you on your first flight." 

Now Betty was laughing in Archie’s direction, the look on his face one of a boyfriend who just got shut down by his own, entitled girlfriend. The sound of their laughing was cut off by the ding of the bell above the door again, Archie watching the group who just walked in over Betty’s shoulder. 

"Those Serpent wannabe kids do hang out here a lot lately.” His eyes were trained on the leather jackets of the group as they made their way to the back corner booth. “I wish they would fuck off, they give me the creeps.” Betty shot him a dirty look. 

“Jeez, Arch, louder for those in the back please.” But the curiously had gotten the better of Betty as she glanced quickly over her shoulder into the back corner of the diner. It was the same group as always, 3 boys and the red headed girl. One of the boys, Betty had noticed, never seemed to be without his grey beanie, detailed to look like a crown. It stood out against the harsh of his leather jacket, and she wondered how the two fit together. 

“They might be scum but those jackets make them super hot, right Betty?” Veronica asked, watching the group with hungry eyes. 

“They aren’t scum, V.” Was all Betty would reply, she refused to admit that there was something about the leather that did make them seem more attractive. Unattainably  so. The attitude that seemed to come with the jacket probably helped the cause. They looked miserable, all the time, Betty thought as she looked back toward her friends. Especially the one with the beanie. She wondered if it was part of the act. 

“Say, Archiekins, do you think if I got you a leather jacket like that, you would swap it out for you letterman? Just for a night or two, just for me?” Veronica made eyes at her boyfriend, the way she held the straw in her mouth more than enough to imply exactly what she meant. 

“Only if you wear one to match, and nothing else." He winked.

"Okay, guys, ew!” Betty pulled a face, covering her ears with her hands. This was the kind of thing that made her resent being a third wheel. She could handle watching them try and eat each other’s faces off, but sex talk? No thanks. She didn’t get paid enough for that. “There’s a minor present." 

Archie threw his arm around Veronica’s shoulder as they laughed, pulling her closer to him. "You’ll get there, Betty.” Archie joked. Betty just rolled her eyes at the both of them and quickly finished her milkshake. 

“Well, there won’t be any leather jackets, that’s for sure.” She shimmied her way down the bench to exit the booth. “And on that note, I’m going home. I need to get some more reading done in advance for school, seeing as I’ll have just less time when the new term starts up with this tutoring." 

"B, you just got here! You bore.” Veronica sighed, her mouth shaped in an exaggerated pout. To anyone else it would seem condescending, but not to Betty. She knew Veronica well enough to know she always meant well.

“Bye guys, I’ll text you later, V.” She climbed from the booth and walked backward toward the door, waving at her friends. Just as she turned back she walked into something hard. And leather. It was the chest of one of the serpent group, one of the beanie less boys. “Shit, sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She offered the boy a forgiving smile. He wasn’t much taller than Betty, his jet black hair quiffed back from his face. 

“That’s okay, darlin’.” He looked her up and down, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I’ll watch for you instead." 

"Oh Joaquin, please.” The red head rolled her eyes, but was watching Betty with a look she couldn’t quite grasp. Her lips were blood red, matching her hair, and her arms were crossed right across her chest. And even though she was shorter than Betty, the look she was giving made her feel small. “We all know she’s not your type." 

Betty faked a laugh, but she could feel the colour creeping into her cheeks. And she figured you could see it, at least the rest of the group who were stood behind this guy definitely could. She gave him another smile before getting out of there as fast as she could without running. She could feel all their eyes burning into the back of her head. 


**


It was 3.30 the next afternoon, and Betty was yet again stood in front of her bedroom mirror. But this time she was dressed just how her mother approves. Dark blue jeans, and a pastel pink sweater with a white collar. 

"Elizabeth, downstairs quickly! You don’t want to be late. Punctuation is key!” Betty rolled her eyes at her Mother, but did as she was told. With one more tight tug of her pony, she slipped her feet into a pair of black ballet flats and hurried down the stairs. Alice Cooper, her overbearing, ever concerned, painfully punctual Mother was already waiting for her at the front door. She was tapping her foot, and giving Betty a look that she was all too familiar with. 

“Sorry, Mum.” she murmured as she slipped past her out the front door, avoiding her gaze. As she walked to the car, she could hear her Mother muttering as she followed. 

“It’s not just you that would look bad, Elizabeth. It would also fall back on us, your parents.” Her tone was condescending, and Betty was all too familiar with the words that fell from her Mothers tongue. “Would you want to disappoint us like that? Like your sister?” Betty could feel her fingers curling into her palm, her nails itching to break skin. She shook it off, stretching her fingers before opening the door and climbing into the car. 

“Mum, it only takes 15 minutes to drive to South Side. We have plenty of time.” Betty crossed her arms over her chest, purposely looking straight ahead to stare at the garage door. Alice sighed as she sat in the drivers seat, angling her body to face Betty and tilting her head in concern. 

“Are you taking your medication, Elizabeth?” There was that tone again, always with that tone. If she actually paid any attention at all to her daughter, she may have noticed that Betty hadn’t been taking any of her medication in weeks. Months, for that matter. Betty would hold the pills under her tongue until she had opportune moment to spit them out again.  With everything that had happened with Polly, both of her parents had been rather distant lately. But that didn’t mean Betty wasn’t still nagged at every minute they were around. She continued to ignore  Alice, averting her eyes to stare out at the front garden through the car window. “Answer me, Elizabeth.”  

“Yes, Mother.” Betty finally answered through gritted teeth. “Twice a day every day.” She heard her Mum sigh beside her. 

“We just want the best for you, sweetie. We want you to be your best.” She was being genuine, but that didn’t make it any easier for Betty to swallow. It was never about what she wanted. It was just about how good she could make her parents look. Alice reached out her hand to rest on the side of Betty’s arm, an attempt at being sincere. Betty turned to her Mother, a fake smile plastered on her mouth. 

“Thanks, Mum. But we need to leave.” She nodded to the clock on the dashboard that now showed the time as 3.35pm. “Punctuation is key!” She mocked. Now it was Alice’s turn to roll her eyes as she turned in her seat and started the engine. They were backed out of the drive and on their way before Alice spoke again. 

“Look, Betty. I know sometimes we are hard on you. But, but after Polly, can you blame us?” <i>Can you blame her?</i> Betty thought. No wonder she threw it all in and ran half way across the world. Polly had needed her freedom, she wanted to make her own life decisions, and Betty was starting to understand that more every day. “We gave your sister everything. She had every option she could have wanted, and yet she threw it all back on our faces.” Alice’s voice had started to falter, and Betty knew talking about Polly made her upset. 

“Mum, I’m not Polly.  Please don’t get upset.” She glanced in her Mothers direction. “I’m just nervous, okay?” Which wasn’t a complete lie. She needed to make a good impression today, although that wasn’t an entirely new concept. She had been taught that first impressions were everything. Alice looked at Betty in her peripheral and offered a light smile that didn’t touch her eyes. 

“You’ll do great, Betty. You always do. Just remember, chin up. Don’t slack.” Betty unfolded her arms in favour of wringing her hands together. They had driven over the rail bridge that separated the North and South sides of Riverdale, which meant they would be arriving to the Jones’ shortly. Betty could feel her hands slick with sweat, but she tried to push away her anxious thoughts. She had done this before, and as long as the girl wasn’t a complete nightmare she knew she could handle it. Betty thrived off of helping others. 

“It’s this next left, Mum.” Betty directed Alice down the right street, eyes squinting to read the numbers on the letterboxes. “It’s number 44 so it’s on my side.”  The neighbourhood was nice, it looked as though the street could blend in just fine on the other side of the tracks. 

“These houses are much tidier than where I dropped you last year. Thank god." Alice Cooper, the queen of laying judgment. She pulled into the driveway once they had reached the right house. Alice turned to Betty in her seat once again, reaching out her hand to dust off Betty’s shoulder. "Now, do well. And call me when you need me or your Father to pick you up.”

“I could get the bus, Mum. It’s just down the road an -”

“God, no. I don’t want you walking around here on your own. If anything comes up, I’ll ask Archie to get you.” Alice smiled a small smile at her daughter. 

“Okay, thanks Mum. I’ll call you later.” Betty offered a smile in return , opened the car door and climbed out. She knew her Mother would wait until she was in the front door before she left, so Betty took in the house quickly as she walked to the door. It was lovely, and looked well kept. There was a red Mazda CX3 in the drive, which was a sight in itself. Obviously this family had money. Betty took a deep breath before raising her fist and knocking on the door. 

The woman who answered the door was younger than Betty was expecting, yet again. Or maybe she just looked that way. Gladys Jones was of a similar height to Betty, her black hair fell just below her shoulders. Her blue eyes were striking. 

“Betty? Hi, please, come in.” Gladys pulled the door open wide, holding her arm out to welcome her in. Betty stepped foot through the front door into the kitchen, which was open plan with the living room. Everything was white and bright, and there was a young girl sat at the island in the kitchen. The girl, with hair longer than her Mothers but the same exact colour, smiled a dazzling smile at Betty. 

“This is JB, and I’m Gladys.” The older woman says, moving around to stand behind her daughter, her hands grasping thr girls shoulders. “Welcome. Can I get you a drink of something?" 

"A water would be lovely, thanks.” Betty moved around the island and perched on the stool next to JB. She smiled down at the young girl, and she noticed that her eyes were the same deep sea blue as her Mothers. She smiles a thanks at Gladys as she puts the glass in front of Betty. “Hi, JB. I’m Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Betty. Is JB a nickname?” The girl offered Betty a shy smile. She must be around 13, Betty thought. 

“It stands for Jellybean.” She answered, ducking her head a little. Betty looked up at Gladys, who just shrugged her shoulders and laughed. “Which is still a nickname, anyway.”

“Her Dad fought a hard case, and she won’t tell you her real one unless she trusts you with her life.” Gladys smiled, and Betty noticed the lines at the corner of her eyes. She was beautiful, but she looked tired. And not tired like she didn’t have enough sleep the night before, but more like she had been exhausted for a long time. Betty commended herself on how she could read people. “Well, I’m going to go and sort out some washing, how about you two get to know each other some more.” She ruffled JB’s hair as she walked passed them, leaving the kitchen into the laundry attached. 

“You know,” Betty nudged JB’s shoulder with her own, “I’m going to make it my goal to get your real name out of you. I’ll prove you can trust me, JB.” She offered the young girl a warm smile, that was returned ten fold. “So, tell me, whats your favourite subject in school?" 

"Science.” Jellybeans face lit up, and then it was hard for Betty to get a word in. Not that she minded. She told her all about her school, her friends, how her 14th birthday was coming up and she didn’t know if she was allowed to invite boys to her house just yet but one of her best friends was a boy. She told her how her teachers always compared her to her brother and she hated it. 

“Your brother?” Betty asked, her interest peaked. She had gotten the impression that it was just JB and Gladys, but then again, this house was awfully big for just the two of them. Betty was trying to pick up as much information she could without directly asking, rather waiting for JB to when she felt comfortable.  "Does he go to school with you?“

"He’s in senior year, same as you I think?” Betty nodded at JB. “He’s a shit head in school, and all the teachers think I’ll be a chip off the old block." 

"Oh, well that’s not fair.” Betty was taken a back a little by how easy JB had sworn, but she had to remind herself that just because she still couldn’t say the word crap in her parents house without some alarm going off didn’t mean it was the same for everyone else. Jellybean just shrugged.

“It’s okay, he’s not a shit head to me.” She smiled, spinning herself side to side on her stool. “He’s my big brother, he’s the best.” Betty felt warmth in her chest, the way that JB felt towards her brother was the same that she felt with Polly. 

“That’s nice, JB.”
 
“Him and Mum don’t get along that well, but..” Jellybean trailed off, catching herself before she spilled all their Jones family secrets to this girl she has just met. Sure, Betty was nice and seemed understanding, but JB liked her and didn’t want to scare her away. This house was a good facade for how much they were a South Side family, through and through. 

“I know what thats like.” Betty nudged her shoulder, realising that JB didn’t want to carry on with that sentance just yet. “My Sister and Parents definitely do not see eye to eye.” Jellybean gave Betty a small smile in gratitude, and was about to ask about her sister when she heard the distinct rumbling of a motorbike coming into the street. 

“Speak of the devil.” Jellybean joked. Betty turned her head toward the window, watching a dark figure park up in the driveway on a motorbike.

“What’s your brothers name, dare I ask?” Was all Betty had time to ask before he made his way through the front door.

“Jughead.” Jellybean answered Betty, and announced his arrive at the same time. As the boy took off his helmet, Betty was shocked to realise it was the beanie wearing serpent from Pops. As if in time with her thoughts, Jughead reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled the hat onto his head. He walked around the behind Betty to Jellybean, ruffling her hair on his way to the fridge.

“Hey, Kid. Where’s Mum?” He asked, not really taking any notice of Betty. She couldn’t help but feel slightly flustered, especially after how much she floundered after the interaction she had with him and the rest of his gang yesterday.

“Doing laundry, you’re safe.” She joked, smiling at her brother.

“Good.” He opened the milk and drank straight from the carton, something Betty found kind of gross. He raised his eyes brows in her direction, a question to his sister.

“Oh, this is Betty. She’s my tutor for the new term, for after school.” Jellybean turned to look at Betty sat beside her. “This is Jughead.” Betty smiled at him.

“Another nickname, I’m presuming?” God, why did she ask that. Like it was any of her business. She could feel the flush rising in her cheeks. Jughead just gave her a sly smile while he screwed the lid back on the milk. This was the most she had gotten to look at him properly, not just from the far corner of the diner. He was good looking, that she wouldn’t deny. He had a sharp jaw, and those blue eyes that seemed to be a Jones trait. She also couldn’t help but notice his hands, the way they grasped the bottle.

“It’s far better than the alternative, trust me.” He shut the fridge door, making to pick up his helmet on his way to the hall that on the opposite side of the kitchen. “I’ve seen you
around, at Pops.” Betty was slightly shocked, she didn’t really think she was someone Jughead would notice. His eyes were trained on her now, and she suddenly hated the fact that she blushes so easily.

“Yeah, I’m there a lot with my friends.” She smiled at him, hoping her face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“That’s it, you’re always third wheeling with that ginger kid and his rich girlfriend, right?” He snarked, a smirk on his face. Betty dropped her smile, his comment kind of pissed her off. She knew she was a third wheel, she didn’t need others pointing it out for her.

“Didn’t realise I was that obvious.” She shot back, a sharp tone to her voice.

“Sometimes, to me.” He still had a smirk on his face, and Betty couldn’t help but find herself enjoying his face. Her heart was beating a little faster, had he really noticed her? He looked her up and down before he spoke again. “When you’ve got those legs out.” He winked, before turning around and walking into the hall.

“Jug! Can you not!” Jellybean called out to her brother, shaking her head in shame. She shot an apologetic look to Betty. “Sorry, told you he was a shit head.”

“It’s okay.” Betty laughed. And as much as she probably wouldn’t admit it, she had kind of enjoyed those comments. It usually wasn’t her who got hit on, that normally fell to Veronica. But she kind of liked it. Or maybe she just liked the way he looked at her. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of those thoughts. Jughead was just a boy, this is just what they do. They liked to play games. Wasn’t it similar to what happened at Pops yesterday? She reminded herself. “Where were we?”

Betty had stayed for a little longer, Gladys came back and the three of them sat and talked. She turned down the invitation of dinner, claiming that her Mother would have already accounted for her, although in reality she wanted to avoid another run in with Jughead.

Later that night while she was trying to sleep, she convinced herself that he was just trying to irk her. He was in a gang after all, it was probably a territorial thing. She wouldn’t let some tiny little run in get to her, she was Betty Cooper after all.


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Luckiest guy in the world

Jughead Jones x Reader


“Morning sunshine” Ronnie, greeted me walking towards the back booth at Pops.

“Morning” I grumbled, sliding in next to Archie, resting my head on his shoulder.

“Late night?” Betty, asked sipping her vanilla milkshake.

“No. Jughead doesn’t know how to share” I yawned, taking the chocolate milkshake from the waiter. One of the good things about spending all our time in Pops, every employee knows what we all order.

“I don’t need to know about this” Archie, quickly jumped in covering his ears making us laugh. “Not like that” I shoved him lightly. “He just hogs the covers and kicks a lot” It was the worst sleep I’ve had in months.

“Morning peasants” Jug, greeted as the door to Pops chimed at his entrance. “Beautiful” He smiled, kissing the crown of my head. “Eh” was all I replied, everyone else replying in a much more chipper tone.

“What’s up buttercup?” Pouting as he slid in beside me, glaring at him as he continued to be a the little ray of sunshine we know he never is. “I hate you” I grumbled, sliding further down my seat, our small group of friends laughing, being entertained by us.

“Well aren’t I just the luckiest guy in the world” Sarcasm dripping with each word he spoke. “Yes, yes you are” Ronnie, agreed even though she as well as us knew he was being sarcastic. “Thank you, V” I grinned, perking up a bit, shoving Jug with my shoulder as I sat up in my seat. “So meant to be!” Betts grinned at us, Archie nodding in agreement. “Oh you’re banned from staying over anymore” Laughing at the shocked expression on Jugheads face.

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Oblivion, Chapter 2 – Memories

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Dry leaves and branches cracked under their feet as they walked deeper and deeper in the Forbidden Forest. It was around midday, so a few filtered rays of sunlight still streamed through the dense foliage, giving them enough light to see not just shapes and shadows but colours too. A loud but short shriek left Elsie’s throat as she almost tripped on a long and thick broken piece of wood, but Remus’s strong hands quickly caught her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, only a bit of concern between his words as he chuckled; one hand still holding her steady while he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear with the other.

Elsie let out a short laugh. “Yes, but I’m sure one of our trips like this will kill me sooner or later.”

Remus smiled and pressed a kiss on the top of her head before he said, “Not while you’re with me.” Elsie wrapped her hands around Remus’ arms while he led her deeper in the forest where rays of sunshine can no longer peek from the canopy. There was only darkness, as if it was the middle of the night, and there were no stars or moonlight. A shiver ran down Elsie’s spine, so she snuggled closer to Remus; slipping down her small hands to grasp his and holding it tight. Knowing how much Elsie felt safe with him, Remus’s lips let slip a light and almost invisible smirk, one he couldn’t contain even if he tried.

“Are you scared?” he asked with a smug smile, looking at her from the corner of his eyes.

“I’m not,” she lied, as she always did, because even if she was with Remus, there was something unnerving about walking inside a dark forest where any kind of beast could attack them. But that was the fun of it – doing something exciting, something risky; and facing something that no matter how dangerous, they will face together. They feel the absolute trust and safety they feel whenever they are with each other.

Shortly they reached what their destination – an area with a small waterfall surrounded by high cliffs, and a tiny lake laying nearby. The perfect amount of sunlight was hitting the area so that it wasn’t too bright nor too dark. They sat down in the cool grass, resting their back against a huge oak tree.

“I love this place, it’s so beautiful,” Elsie smiled, looking slowly around. Remus, however, couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned closer, stopping when he was only an inch from her lips and making her giggle.

“That was so awfully romantic I think I just threw up in my mouth.”

A short chuckle left Remus’ mouth as he pressed his forehead against hers, cupping her cheeks and closing his eyes. “Okay, just laugh at me because I think you’re beautiful. I don’t care.”

Elsie felt her skin burn under his touch as he rubbed her cheek with his thumb. Remus placed a small kiss on her jawline and murmured a quiet and soft “I love you” to her before he pulled her face closer and closer until there were no space between them at all.

Everything went dark, and Elsie stayed motionless, thinking hard, before she realised it was only a dream. She kept her eyes closed, hoping she could fall asleep again and continue the sweet dream – but that’s never worked. She sighed, but it quickly transformed into a growl when she opened her eyes as the intense sunlight beamed through the window, burning her eyes, and reminding her she drank way too much the night before. She mentally noted to pull the dark curtains down next time as she climbed out from the bed, letting her blanket fall on the floor while she walked out. She made her way to the tiny bathroom that was in front of her room in the apartment where she lived with two of her friends – Juliet, who was with her from the start, and Lydia, who only moved in a few months ago but spends most of her time at her boyfriend’s place.

Elsie removed her clothes, dropped them on the cool floor, and stepped under the streaming, almost cold water, hoping it will ease her throbbing headache somewhat. It didn’t – but at least she felt much stronger and fresher when she finished. Now her sole mission was to get a coffee.

She wasn’t surprised to see they had a guest as she entered the kitchen – Sirius casually leaned against the counter, half naked. Elsie’s eyes grew large, and she quickly and timidly looked away; though Sirius didn’t look ashamed or shy at all. “Morning,” he said, raising a big mug.

She grumbled back while she sat down, massaging her temples and looking at Juliet, who was standing beside Sirius. “Make me a coffee please, before I die.”

Juliet laughed and turned around, grabbing a cup from the shelf. “I wanna hear everything.”

Straightening herself, Elsie pulled her hair into a ponytail while Sirius took a seat in front of her; murmuring something about how she surely must have had a great night, considering the expression she’s donning.

“Sorry for disappointing you, but there isn’t much to tell. I got drunk. That’s all,” Elsie shortly replied.

Juliet growled with her arms crossed across her chest, a smirk on her lips. “When did you come home?”

Elsie shrugged. “I swear I have no idea. I think maybe we left James and Lily’s flat at around three, but it took us at least half an hour to get here.”

We?” Juliet asked excitedly, turning her head at the direction of Elsie’s bedroom door with a smug smile. “Are you talking about the pretty boy? Is he here?”

“What pretty boy?” Sirius asked with a chuckle, trying to join the girls’ conversation.

Elsie looked at Sirius and rolled her eyes while Juliet placed the coffee in front of her on the table. Elsie quickly grabbed the cup and took two big sips before she started. “He isn’t here, Juliet, calm down. He left after he walked me home… he was really strange, actually,” she said, frowning, as she warmed her hands up with the hot cup.

Juliet looked slightly disappointed, but her voice was cheerful. “He looked so sweet! Did you know him from somewhere?”

“But who?” Sirius asked again, louder this time, definitely offended he still hadn’t got an answer.

“Remus,” Elsie answered shortly, and Sirius had nothing more to say; he fell completely silent. “Anyway,” Elsie started again, looking at Juliet now, “I don’t know him. I mean, I know who he is, he was at Hogwarts too, but I don’t remember us ever talking during our six years there.” As she said this, a strange, nostalgic feeling overwhelmed her as the pictures from her dream slipped into her mind.

“Well, I can tell he likes you. It was enough to look at him last night to know. Did he ask you out? Please tell me he did,” she asked hopefully, but before Elsie could give her an answer, Sirius jumped up from the chair.

“I need to go.”

Juliet followed him and wrapped her hands around his neck, purring softly. “But I thought you will stay for an hour! Or two…”

Sirius smirked and pulled the girl closer by her hips. “Maybe next time, doll.” He gave her a passionate kiss, but pulled back when they heard Elsie growling into her mug.

“Can’t you do that… somewhere else?”

Juliet tutted but chuckled before something popped into her mind. “Don’t you have a family lunch to attend to?”

“Oh, shit!” she murmured under her breath, quickly emptying her cup before she stormed away. “This is your fault, again!” Elsie shouted over her shoulder as she made a beeline for her bedroom and hastened to get ready for the family lunch.


It was long past noon when Sirius finally returned to his apartment – his plan to come back hours ago failed miserably when the blonde girl’s clothes slowly fell onto the floor while he tried to take off his own. His hair was still a bit messy and his eyes tired as he collapsed on the couch, placing his legs up on the small table in front of it.

Sirius was just closing his eyes before they snapped wide open again to the sound of Remus storming out from his room and coming to a halt near him. Sirius knotted his eyebrows in confusion as he saw Remus’s furious features. “Why did you bring her there last night?”

Sirius looked away and let out a short breath as he understood the reason of his friend’s anger. “It’s been two years. We just met, and…”

It’s been two years! You say that like what she and I had was something so easy to forget!” he shouted, not even trying to control himself.

Sirius took his feet off of the table and stood up, his grey eyes filled with fury, but his voice calm. “Maybe you should’ve wiped out our memories too to forget her, then.”

The pain that Sirius’s words left were clearly visible in Remus’ eyes, but Remus knew very well why his friend said that. It was not only Remus who needed to let Elsie go – it was all of their friends as well.

James and Peter supported and respected his decision, even though James tried to talk him out of it multiple times. It was Sirius, though, who took it worst; he became good friends with Elsie and hated the idea of her disappearing from their lives.

Still, it was the hardest for Lily. She even said she will tell her everything and give Elsie her memories back, she shouted and cried and even refused to talk to Remus for two solid weeks until James calmed her down.

“I almost killed her, Sirius,” Remus said with a weak voice, causing Sirius to feel some empathy.

Sirius sat down at the armrest of the sofa. “I know, Moony. But you didn’t. And it wasn’t your fault. She shouldn’t even have been there! She would have understood…”

“Stop. Don’t,” Remus cut him off as tears blurred his vision. They have had this conversation a million times before, but they haven’t talked about this at least since a year ago. Sometimes the wounds inside him still felt fresh, hurting him with a wrecking pain; but after last night they opened up again, bleeding and burning his veins.

Sirius closed his mouth but kept looking at his friend, and he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He could still remember that night and how they needed to rip the girl out from Remus’s claws, but no matter what happened, Sirius never blamed him, not even for a split second. There was one thing he was sure now, something that he only guessed before – Remus was still in love with her.

“She remembers, you know,” Remus said suddenly with raspy voice, “Not me, but she remembers the feeling of being in love.” He shook his head, looking at his friend desperately. “Is that even possible?”

Sirius shrugged and looked like he got a sudden headache. “I don’t know, mate. You either screwed the spell up or removing feelings isn’t so easy after all.”


The weekend was short as always. It passed too quickly, Elsie hardly got time to take some proper rest before they were already sitting in the classroom again, waiting for their new Creative Writing teacher. She scribbled lines and shapes down on her parchment, trying to not getting a headache from Juliet’s constant rambling about Sirius. Elsie was just about to tell her that she really doesn’t care about how hot Sirius looks, especially underneath her, when Lydia stormed inside and took a seat on her left side, trying to catch her breath.

“Next time check if I’m still asleep or not, would you?” she panted, trying to fix her dishevelled, dark pink locks.

“Sorry, we forgot you still live with us,” Juliet said with a tiny smirk. “Had a nice weekend?”

They didn’t realize the teacher had already arrived; they only did when Elsie got suspicious of the sudden silence. Elsie watched every head turn towards them while Lydia and Juliet kept talking; the professor in front of the blackboard looked at them with a blank face. Elsie elbowed her two friends, making them fall silent. “Sorry, professor,” Juliet said with a kind voice.

“Oh, no! I’m sorry to interrupt your surely very important discussion. Now, if you could please turn your attention to me…” he said with a reproachful tone. He was around his late forties, but his hair was already completely grey, and Elsie wasn’t sure if he can laugh or even smile. There weren’t much people in this class – maybe only thirteen, so he asked everybody to tell a few things about themselves and why they chose writing. He murmured short comments under his breath after every one of them; like “boring”, “stupid”, or “hopeless”. When the students finished, he didn’t tell anything about himself except his name – Professor Pitts – before he stood up from the chair and walked up and down in the classroom, only looking at them occasionally.

“So you want to be writers. Journalists,” he let out a short laugh, shaking his head. Elsie and Juliet exchanged a glance with furrowed eyebrows, not able to decide if they should laugh or cry at this man. “If you think it will be easy, you’re naïve. No, you’re idiots,” he stopped suddenly in front of a girl with long, black hair. “You, what’s your name?”

“Andrea,” the girl said with a weak, almost scared voice.

“Andrea,” Pitts mocked with the same tone. “Do you think you can be a writer with a name like this?”

Elsie could only see the back of the girl’s head, but she could tell she was frozen. “I guess.”

The professor threw a pitiful look at her before he opened the door with a wave of his wand. “If you aren’t sure about yourself, just do me a favour and get the hell out of my classroom.”

A short, muffled laugh escaped Juliet’s throat, causing the teacher to look at her. “Do you think this is funny?”

Juliet, being herself, just kept smiling. “Actually, I think it is.”

“Then you get out too,” he said with ease. Elsie’s heart skipped a beat, but her friend remained calm; only shrugging at the grouchy professor and replying, “No, I want to stay, I think this class will be really interesting.”

He said nothing but looked mildly impressed, walking away and continuing his speech about how impossible it is to become a writer.

“Awful, that man! How can someone like him become a teacher?” Elsie asked as they hurried to their next class.

“I like him. He’s such an asshole it’s entertaining,” Juliet laughed, a bit out of breath as they hastily jogged.

“Yeah, it was so entertaining when he said, ‘bring tissues to our next class,’” Lydia said with despair on her face.

Elsie didn’t tell them though, but she was seriously afraid of him. He seemed like a kind of man who could destroy her hardly built up self-confidence very easily – and she didn’t need that right now.

They arrived to their next class – Writing & Reporting – soon, but before they could go inside, the teacher walked out and closed the door behind herself. “My missing students? Your classmates already left. Follow me,” she said with a smile before leading them out of the school. Though in the middle of London, the campus was disguised as an old, half-collapsed theatre for muggles’ eyes.

“Today’s lesson will be a bit… irregular, but I believe you should see what’s happening outside. No one will learn how to write a good report while they’re sitting inside a classroom,” said the teacher lightly as they walked the paved and busy lanes of London.

Elsie, Juliet, and Lydia followed the teacher down the streets, murmuring to each other excitedly, and guessing where they were going. “See? This is what a good teacher is like,” Elsie said, but Juliet only waved her hand with a shake of her head.

It took them only five minutes of walking until they reached the narrow streets of Diagon Alley, where the rest of the class was waiting for the teacher. She introduced herself to them as Ms. Averill before making the class walk again; this time leading them to the front a dark corner. Speaking in a low voice, she said, “Before we go in, remember you can write down anything, but don’t take photos. We’re here because a friend of mine let us in,” she waited until everyone nodded or murmured a yes before she continued. “There was an attack in the bar at the end of the street. Two people died, any they said dementors were there too – and not to catch the dark wizards,” some people gasped in terror, so the professor went on quickly, “But they’re gone, and aurors are already here too. No need to be afraid. Now follow me, and try to be quiet.”

A mixture of excitement and fear was visible on the young witches and wizards’ faces as they walked down the long street; it was empty as the aurors sent everyone away. Elsie was just starting to think about whether they will let all of them go inside the pub or not, but she soon got an answer to her question – half of the building collapsed. There were bricks and debris everywhere; and the dust and smoke that combined with the air was stifling their breathing end eyesight. Aurors walked up and down, examining the ruins and questioning the eyewitnesses. There were two covered shapes in the middle of the empty street – the two dead people, Elsie assumed. She pulled her notebook out from her bag and started writing down everything that she could – mostly just notes and short words about how the place looked, though it wasn’t something that she could easily forget. She also wrote down some things that she heard from the aurors, but stopped as she saw some familiar faces nearby.

With a smile, she walked closer to Remus and waved at James and Sirius in the distance. “Hello Remus.”

“Elsie! What are you doing here?” he asked, clearly surprised.

“Our teacher brought us here… to see something real, you know,” she replied smiling.

Remus simply nodded. He wanted to say that they’re here for the same reason, but his eyes darted up and down at her – Elsie was wearing a dress, and Remus couldn’t remember ever seeing her in one. It was short and dark, ending just above her knees with floral prints. Do you remember when I used to give you wildflowers and how your eyes gleamed every time I did? And do you remember that you always put one of them in your hair and pressed a kiss on my cheek after? Well, of course not.

“Remus?” Elsie called his name for the second time when he finally looked up.

“S-sorry. You just look very pretty,” he said with a kind of dreamy voice, like he didn’t really want to say it, but he just can’t hold it back either.

Elsie blushed and was just about to thank Remus, but Sirius appeared next to them. “Hello Elsie. Is Juliet here?”

She chocked back a chuckle. “Yes, she’s around… somewhere over there,” she said, pointing to their class. Sirius thanked her and left, trying to find the blonde girl.

Remus sighed. “We’re supposed to learn here, not flirt.”

Elsie narrowed her eyes and bit her lower lip, fighting the urge to say something like “Then I should go too”. After all, Remus was the one who could hardly take his eyes off of her only a few minutes ago. “So… did you arrive home in one piece?”

Remus nodded. “Yes, but I suffered with a really bad headache all weekend…”

The girl growled. “Don’t even mention it. Nearly the whole time, I thought I was going to die. You see, I met with my family and…” she started, but the next thing she saw made her stop. One of the two covered bodies she saw earlier, stood up with the help of two healers – he was alive, but his gaze was distant, dark and empty, his skin grey and like old leather. She shivered and without thinking about it twice, she grasped Remus’s hand with both of her own, her arm pressing against his as the two healers led the old man out of the place. Elsie heard someone – probably from her class – threw up nearby. She couldn’t blame them; the sight was the worst she ever saw. If that is how someone looks when their soul gets sucked out, death is truly much better.

She only realized how tightly she was gripping Remus’s hand when other people’s voice started to fill the street again. She let his hand go and looked up at him apologetically. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay – are you alright?”

She gulped and nodded. “I guess I am. It wasn’t a nice sight.”

Remus kept his eyes on her with an aching heart – the feeling of her clinging on him was awfully familiar. It reminded him of the days when they walked inside the Forbidden Forest and how she always grasped his hand a bit too hard, even if she never admitted she was afraid.

A short, paunchy man suddenly appeared in front of them; eating a small bowl of French fries with so much ketchup it was disgusting while waving another batch of what seemed like trainee writers to himself. Elsie furrowed her eyebrows, thinking about how somehow could possibly eat after seeing something similar to what the man was eating.

“Alright. You all saw what happened. I want you to write a report…” he stopped with a mouthful of fries and looked at Elsie. “You aren’t in my class young lady, are you?”

“No, I’m sorry,” she answered shortly and quickly hurried away, finding her way back to her friends. Ms Averill told them every extra information she heard from the aurors and gave them a homework: write a 500-word report of today’s event. Since that was their last class, they didn’t go back to school – and no one minded it, as they were in enough shock as it is for one day.

Elsie just said goodbye to Lydia – who probably went to visit her boyfriend – when Juliet stopped next to her. “See you later, honey. I’ll go with Sirius.”

“Are you kidding me?”

The blond girl looked at her questioningly. “What? After this day I really need some… emotional support.” She winked at her and Elsie rolled her eyes before they started to walk out from the deserted street. They saw Sirius waiting in front of a bookshop with Remus by his side. Juliet looked at her friend smugly, but for once, she said nothing. She left with Sirius, and for an awkward moment Elsie and Remus looked at each other. Elsie involuntarily blushed as her dream slipped into her mind again. It was like dreaming about someone and being unable to stop thinking about them for weeks, but why did that dream feel so damn real? The tall boy smiled at her kindly, but looked concerned too.

“Are you feeling better?”

She thought back to the man – who she learned was the bartender – with eyes like an empty shell. She said yes, but her face suddenly went pale and betrayed her.

“You should eat some chocolate. Here…” he said, searching for one in his pocket, but only able pull an empty package out. “Oh… I forgot I ran out of it.”

Elsie chuckled softly and skeptically. “Would it really help?”

“Yes. Didn’t you know? Chocolate is the best against dementors too. After a good patronus charm, of course.”

“No, I didn’t know,” she said with a short laugh. “Maybe, uh… join me for a hot chocolate at Fortescue’s, then?” she asked, a blush flooding her cheeks again.

“Oh. Well…” Remus started, his face going straight. “I still have one more class today…”

But Elsie rolled her eyes and grabbed his forearm, pulling him to herself. “Sirius skipped too. And one missed class won’t be the end of the world, Remus.”

He followed her because saying no was much harder than he thought it would be. Remus knew that wasn’t the right thing – he should leave her alone and they should continue their lives without each other. On the other hand, her sweet laugh, her radiant smile, and her small hands that were wrapped around his arm like they used to so many times before… it all made him lose his composure completely.

They walked to the shop, and stood before the counter, ordering two hot chocolates. Remus bowed his head and smiled to himself as he heard the question even before the words left Elsie’s lips – Florean had just placed two mugs of hot chocolate in front of them. “Can I get some whipped cream on top of it?” Elsie asked.

Remus cleared his throat and looked away, chocking back a laugh while Elsie got what she ordered. They grabbed their mugs and walked outside, taking seats in front of each other at a small table. “Thank you for not commenting about it.”

“About what?”

She took a sip and wiped the cream off from her lips. “Usually, other people thinks it’s strange or even disgusting, drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream when it’s already sweet enough.”

Remus thought back on a late night when they were in the kitchen and how Elsie’s eyes lightened up after he put some cream on his own cocoa, seeing she wasn’t the only weirdo there. An invisible hand gripped his heart with a throbbing pain – deep down he wished she could remember all those small things, he wished she would sit closer to him, he wished he could hold her soft hands and kiss her lips. He shook his head and tried to wipe these thoughts away.

“How was your day?” he asked the first thing he could think of.

“Not so good so far. I met with our new creative writing teacher… he’s terrible, and constantly tries to convince us we’re all hopeless.”

Remus huffed angrily. “I don’t understand people like him. If I ever become a teacher, I’ll motivate my students.”

Elsie smiled. “I think you’d be a really good teacher, actually!”

“I don’t think so,” he replied, shaking his head.

“Why? As far I know, you’re smart, you’re really kind and patient… but funny too.” She stopped and let out a short laugh. “I remember one time – I was in my fourth year I guess – I sneaked out into the kitchens in the middle of the night, and you were patrolling the corridors, and when you saw me I was all frightened but you just smiled and said, ‘Next time bring some waffles for me too’, and walked away.”

Remus knew he only wiped her memories about him after they started to talk, but he was still surprised she remembered this.

Time went fast as they talked four hours. Elsie couldn’t remember when she last met someone she could talk to so easily – maybe never before. Remus walked her home again, and Elsie couldn’t hold back the question that burned her tongue.

“So I thought… can we meet sometimes? I mean, not at crime scenes and parties while we’re both drunk,” she joked, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Remus ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

His answer surprised her, but she didn’t want to give up so easily. “Why? Do you have a jealous girlfriend who’d kill me if she ever sees you with me?”

He laughed. “No. No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Then what’s the problem? Because I don’t think you don’t like me…”

“Of course, I really like you.” Oh, if you only know…

Elsie nodded and stepped closer. “Then no excuses. See you later. You know where I live now, so…” she laughed and he laughed with her. As a goodbye, she hugged him, and Remus could hardly let her pull away when they did.

“See you, then,” he said, walking away with a smile that he couldn’t wipe off of his face.


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It really is going to be bittersweet when this season is over.

Because once we see Ymir say sorry to Historia and leave with Reiner and Bertolt, that’s it. Thats fucking it until the off screen death.

It’s so damn bittersweet. Ymir and yumikuri fans waited 4 years…4 years just to be let down and after the season finally, its all over. Yes I know fan art and fanfiction, but once that dies down all thats left is disappointment. Disappointment that the character some of us relate to the most is gone. Ymir’s potential character development cast aside just like an afterthought. Her entire character was a red herring. We should’ve seen it coming when she held up the fucking HERRING can. But we had hope. 4 years of hope just to be an afterthought. Some of us stupidly stuck around for the hope of a happy LGBTQ ending. And once again, snuffed out like its meaningless. Yes I know it wasn’t the focal point. Yes I know this is a death ridden series. But it still hurts because some stuck around due to one specific gay character that we related to. And yes I know its my fault that I stuck around foolishly hoping for a ray of sunshine at the finish line. It’s all my fault and that doesn’t make it hurt any less. Once again a character I could see a part of myself in is dead. And she died pathetically off screen looking the complete opposite of everything she stood for.

It’s a bittersweet and sad ending to know that after this season finale, she is done. Yumikuri is sunk, and I’m just sick of living off scraps.

After this season, there’s no reason (for me) to even check the snk or aot tags because the only thing left is the knowledge that something I desperately hoped for, will never ever be endgame. 4 years wasted and I hope I’ll never fall in love with a series like this again. It hurts to damn much. And all I know is it sure as hell feels like I set my own damn self up for this.

I loved Ymir and I loved yumikuri and it’s going to be hard to move on but I can’t hold on to nothing. Over and over people like me find one character to grasp onto, and no matter what we always get hurt. And we should have seen it coming with her holding the herring can that she’d be a red herring but we were blind because of a sliver of misguided hope.

Tl:Dr… thanks isayama for stringing people like me along for 4 years only to pathetically crush our hopes off screen. And after this season I hope I can finally be free.

Downpour of the heart

Hello! Final prompt; for day 6 of Gajevy week I present you ‘Grief’

Word count: 1.3k (record for shortest story I’ve ever written)

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Today the rain poured down hard and the weather only helped to reflect how she felt on the inside. It was a difficult day, it always was whenever this date came around the corner but for some reason Levy thought that with the passing years it would be easier on her. Every year she was proven wrong.

“Hi.” Her voice was above a whisper but she knew there was no need to speak any louder. She would be heard loud and clear.

The rain kept pouring down on her. She left her umbrella back in her house and she knew she was soaking wet from head to toes but she honestly couldn’t bring herself to care anymore.

She knelt down in front of the grey gravestone and her black leggings stained with dirt and grass, but again she didn’t care. She felt empty on the inside, a big contrast to the cheery smile she usually wore at the guild and at home. Right now, there was no one else with her, so she didn’t have to feign she wasn’t hurting. She didn’t have to pretend there wasn’t a void in her heart that not even the years seemed to fill in.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s been a long time since I visited you.” Her eyes were downcast in shame but she willed herself to continue.

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isabellyaches  asked:

Tbh I've had this headcannon of Aphrodite for a while that instead of her mainstream portrayl of ~ohhh vanity and sex~ she literally sees the beauty in EVERYTHING and always compliments everyone all the time and is always like "oh I love your robe!!!" and "you're such a wonderful person I love you!!!" and loves like even the ugliest animals and is a precious ray of sunshine and I love her.

yes!! pls!! she’s so important and full of love, she just wants everyone to be happy

Caged

Part 10

Through therapy and the weeks that had passed since Y/N had been released from Abel’s tyranny, she’d made great strides. Her fear of Spencer had resided, and when she wasn’t working, going to therapy, or meeting with her lawyer, Ms. Costas, she’d been attempting to get to know the people she’d once known.

At first, she only met with JJ, Emily and Penelope. She’d been so thoroughly deceived by Abel that trying to reconnect with the male members of the BAU had been too hard; they’d all understood, only wishing the best for her and keeping their distance while still telling her that they were there if she needed them. Ilaria loved getting to know them, as well as JJ’s son, Henry. It was only when Y/N and Ilaria were in the presence of people who weren’t oppressive that Y/N realized she’d rarely seen Ilaria smile. She was finally being a child.

Eventually, she was able to go out with all of the members of the BAU, going out to dinner and engaging in idle chitchat. They would ask how she was doing in therapy, being careful not to pry, but also extend their help if she needed it. She was truly grateful for it. Like Ilaria, Y/N was starting to realize how little she’d actually smiled with Abel. She’d deluded herself into thinking she’d been happy with him, but she hadn’t been. He didn’t love her; he had wanted to use her for his own sick purposes. She’d been afraid of him, doing what he wanted so she wouldn’t be hit. Especially when she got pregnant with Ilaria, she did what Abel wanted when he wanted it done, because she was more afraid for her unborn child than herself; Ilaria’s safety was her number one priority.

While she was getting together for dinners with the team, she was also texting Spencer, getting to know him again. At first, she assumed that he would bring up old memories of theirs to try and help her remember, but he took her by surprise. Instead, he was asking her random questions like what her favorite color was, if she liked to read, where she wanted to travel most in the world. Spencer wasn’t trying to bring back old memories; he was trying to create new ones. During one of their rare phone calls, he’d said “If you can remember what we had, that’s great, but if not, I hope you will allow me the privilege of getting to know you again.” There was a sincerity in his voice that she hadn’t remembered experiencing with anyone else.

Since she’d gotten notice about the beginning of the trial just a couple days earlier, she’d felt this overwhelming need to make sure Spencer was going to be there, so she texted him.

Y/N: Spencer…you’re coming to the trial, right? For some reason, I just really want you to be there.

S: Of course I’m coming. You’re my wife and no matter what has happened, I still love you.

Her heart warmed at his words. There had been no pressure on his end –any pressure had come from herself, wanting to return to a normal life. Spencer had already told her that whether or not they ended up staying married, he wanted to be there for her to help her and Ilaria.

S: How are you feeling about the trial?

Y/N: I’m so nervous. They can’t take Ilaria from me. I’ll…I’ll lose my mind, Spencer. She’s the light of my life.

S: I can see why. She’s a beautiful little girl. I promise I’m not going to let anyone take her away. She belongs with you.

After many months, she was finally feeling comfortable enough to be alone with me. And she’d wanted to know of their former life so badly.

Y/N: Would you mind if we came over? Do you have pictures of how we used to be?

S: I do, and I’d love if you did.

After she woke Ilaria up from her nap and got her dressed, her daughter asked where they were going. “We’re going to visit Spencer, sweetie. You know how I told you that Spencer and I were married but I don’t remember much?”

The little girl nodded slightly. “That was before Papa, right?”

Y/N nodded in reply, tears forming in her eyes as she took in the fact that her toddler already knew that her father was a bad man. That wasn’t something a little girl should have to deal with. “Yes, it was. Well, since I’ve been going through therapy, I’ve gotten a little more comfortable around Spencer, and I wanted him to show me some pictures from before Papa took me away.”

“Can I see them too?” she asked, her eyes lighting up under the rays of sunshine streaming through her window.

“Of course, sweetie.”

Nearly an hour later, mother and daughter were outside Spencer’s apartment. Ilaria could sense her mother’s nervous energy as she knocked on the door. “It’s okay, Mama.”

“Thank you, baby.”

Spencer opened the door, his smile wide and eyes full of hope. There were two things she could say about Spencer; he was exceedingly patient, and he had never put any pressure on her to remember things she couldn’t. “Hi, how are you?” He asked. “That’s probably a stupid question. You have a lot going on right now.”

“It’s okay, Spencer. I’m okay as I can be right now, especially with the trial coming up. I feel like an endless bundle of nerves, but I’m hoping once the trial is over, we can find some semblance of a normal life,” she said as she kissed her daughter’s head. As he stepped back and invited her inside, she felt slightly more at ease. The slightly musty smell of used books and the dim lighting inside the small space felt familiar.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked.

Y/N turned around and smiled a soft contented smile that warmed Spencer’s heart. “Just water for me. Ilaria would you like some water?”

“Do you have apple juice, Mr. Spencer?” She had been introduced to apple juice at JJ’s house and had been obsessed with it. Abel controlled their diets fairly strictly; water and milk were all they were allowed in terms of beverages.

Much to Y/N’s surprise, Spencer pulled apple juice out of his refrigerator and grabbed a glass for her, putting a tiny, swirly straw inside. “Here you go, Ilaria.” The way he said her name put a smile on Y/N’s face. “And here’s some water for you.”

Silence hung between them for a few moments. It was uncomfortable; they were both just being. The smile Spencer wore was unfamiliar to her. “What’s so funny?” she asked.

“It’s nothing. It’s just that that’s your seat. That’s where you always liked to sit on the couch because there’s no glare from the window. It was my favorite spot to, but I always let you sit there.” It was astounding to her the familiarity she felt in here; it was another nail in the coffin that she wasn’t meant to be near Abel, that he had never loved her. Something had drawn her to that spot on the couch; maybe deep down, she was starting to remember things from her former life.

Spencer was looking at her as if he’d just seen the most beautiful woman in the world. He was just so grateful to have her back in his life, no matter the capacity. As he crossed the room and grabbed a photo album, he came to sit on the opposite end of the couch. “Thank you,” she said softly. Somehow he understood that although she was here in his apartment, their old apartment, that she was still getting used to being in close proximity with him again.

For nearly an hour, he sat across from her and Ilaria, flipping through the pages and pointing out memories they’d shared. One was from their first date. It was a picture had taken as they were near the swings in the local park. “That’s the park just down the road,” he said. “You probably passed it on your walk here. Before we went to the park, I took you out to dinner. I kind of wanted to throw up because you were the most beautiful woman in the world to me and I didn’t want to disappoint you. To be honest, I nearly called off our first date because I was that nervous.  I’m glad I didn’t though. It was one of the best nights of my life.”

Y/N looked quite different now. Her hair was shorter. Back then it was fairly long and wavy. Through all the stress, her weight had gone down also. In the pictures, her cheeks were reddened and full of life. “You look so pretty, Mama.”

“Thank you, baby,” she replied, her eyes drawn to the smiles they wore. Ilaria crawled into Spencer’s lap, happily sitting there as he recounted stories of the life her mother had shared with Mr. Spencer. He told them about everything from dates and holidays they spent together, to the night he proposed, when he actually did throw up from nerves, as well as anything and everything in between.

Finally, she settled onto the last few pages, where pictures of their wedding day were located. As she scanned the pages, a sick feeling started to come over her. While her day with Spencer had been filled with joy and love and hope for the future, she remembered the day Abel had told her that she belonged to him, that although they weren’t married, she belonged to him and no one else. His hands had gripped so tightly around her arms, they’d left bruises. She had been so scared of him that she’d agreed to be his. At that point, Ilaria had been born, and she’d been so afraid for her daughter that she would’ve done anything he told her to.

The breath began to catch in her lungs, goosebumps trailing along her skin. She started shaking and when Spencer reached over to touch her arm and ask her if she was okay, she recoiled from him. Spencer pulled his arm back. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“I-I’m just remembering something about Abel that I want to forget,” she said honestly. She couldn’t be here anymore. It was too much for her and she didn’t want to hurt Spencer more than he’d already been hurt. “I’m sorry, Spencer. I have to go. I have to-“ She stood up and grabbed Ilaria off the floor where she’d been sitting for a couple of minutes playing with a toy. “I need to go. Maybe another time?”

Spencer’s eyes glazed over with tears, but he nodded. “Whenever you want. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, but I’m here if you need me.”

“I know,” she said honestly, her chest tightening at long-repressed memories making their way to the surface. “I’m really sorry. I’m really sorry.” Without another word, she walked out of the apartment with Ilaria hugged closely to her chest.

“Are you okay, Mama? Did Mr. Spencer do anything wrong?”

Y/N swallowed hard. “No, baby. Mr. Spencer was very nice. He’s being very patient with me. I just remembered something about Papa that made me sad and I wanted to get away from Mr. Spencer before that bad memory connected with the good memory I had of Spencer.”

“What did you remember about Papa?”

A two and a half year old didn’t need to know the ins and outs of all she’d been through. Maybe one day, when she was older, and Y/N felt like she’d healed, she’d tell her daughter what happened, but until then, she needed to protect her little girl as long as she could. “It’s nothing, baby,” she said softly as she walked down the stairs toward the subway. “I’m gonna get through it. With a little help from everyone, you and I are going to make it through this, okay?”

“I know, Mama. You should be happy.”

“As long as I have you, I will be.” That was one thing she could be certain of.

When they got home, Y/N would put her daughter to bed, have a good, long cry in the shower about all that she’d lost, and then steel herself for the upcoming trial. It wasn’t going to be easy, but if she could get through that with her daughter in tow and her mind still intact, she could begin to fully focus on being a mother, rebuilding her relationships with the people she used to know, and most importantly, healing herself.

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Depiction of Love; 1

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 
Genre:  Angst | drabble series (vampire!AU)
Summary:  The very depiction of love, a kiss, can be given in a rush before leaving the house or with indubitably different intentions in the corner of a crowded room but it is always a silent secret held between the lips of the receivers, the lovers, the couple. It is always different, as different as the feelings buoying around it are for, its peculiarity, is the lack of voidness.
Prompt: “We can never be together” kiss.
Word Count: 1.456 words
AN: basically I just fell in love with a drabble game about kisses (here) and I just couldn’t resist making a series out of it. To be honest I’m not sure if I’m going to do all the kisses but I have an idea for at least half of the list. This was started on a mere impulse so I’m not sure myself how the updates are going to go since I’m currently working on other (many) projects.

Originally posted by sugagifs

The first scent he detects is the one of Douglas fir – the ginger wood of which her house is made of and that smells so much like home by now – and he automatically speeds up, his whole being pushing him beyond his limits so he can hold her in his arms and chase all his demons away.
It’s their last night together, he knows that, and he really shouldn’t be this eager to see her but, the only thought of touching her, even one last time, is enough to make his feet hit the concrete floor at a speed not deemed possible for any human being.
He inhales deeply, his whole body stirring when he catches the whiff of cinnamon tea, a scent that constantly accompanies her and that he can always taste in her mouth.
He stops altogether because there she is, in all her mundane beauty, her long hair tucked safely behind her ear, eyes focused on the book in her hands and bottom lip trapped under her teeth into an almost painful vise. She is, by far, the utmost beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on and, undoubtedly, the only one that was capable of conquering his un-beating heart.
His steps are soundless as he approaches her, a small smile tugging on his lips as he curtails their distance, every detail of her face now imprinted in his memory so he can remember her just the way she is now: healthy, beautiful, alive.
“You look lovely tonight”, his voice is soft as he says so, careful not to scare her and make her heart beat as fast as a hummingbird’s would, but that chariness it’s not enough because she jumps in her seat nonetheless, the little screech that escapes her mouth eliciting a grin to appear on his features.
“You scared the living shit out of me!”, she hoots in utter outrage, her small hand clasping her heart into a melodramatic gesture.
“I missed you”, he purposely ignores her words and lifts her from the chair – her weight close to one of a feather in his hands – just so he can wrap his arms around her, keep her so close to his own body he can’t discern their boundaries anymore, and breathe in the perfume in her neck and hair.

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cosmic-llin  asked:

Captain Georgiou/Commodore Paris!

OMG my head just exploded! What an amazing idea!!!! Look at all the possibilities:

  • They could meet in the academy! They could be roommates! Or rivals! Frenemies to lovers!
  • Or they serve together on their first assignment! And are still rivals! But it’s friendly and they become their best selves because of it!
  • And are promoted to Captain together!
  • Or Paris is promoted first and Georgiou spends a year being Literally The Best At Everything to prove herself. And then they are Captains together. 
  • Or they meet as captains together, and they think that they’ve finally reached a place where they can breathe for a moment, and look around, and they fall in love almost instantly because: finally someone UNDERSTANDS what they had to do to get to that place. 
  • And you know how Captain Georgiou is such an actual ray of sunshine and steel in that scene where she meets Michael? It’s because of this relationship. 
  • And I can’t not include the idea that Owen is their son. OWEN PARIS IS A STARFLEET LEGACY BECAUSE OF HIS LESBIAN CAPTAIN PARENTS!!!!
  • (Don’t at me about timelines or continuity or ages, I want to bask in the beauty of that sentence. I want to LIVE THERE.)

In every possible universe: YES. 

And like – canon gave us bare bones and they deserve the universe. I should write this for nano.